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With an economic “decline” one would suspect that the circus business would falter. However, it is quite the contraire mon amor. Our tents our filled like a tick on a camel’s ass! We sell out every night. Gertrude and I are exhausted. I must admit, she and I are getting to be women of higher stature, and we aren’t suited for these long hours and back-to-back performances. But, we do love the money, Honey!!! We have been tearin’ it up every chance we get. Juniper and I have been sippin’ on the whiskey a tad too much lately. I never used to get hang overs. My age is finally catching up with me. The extra money we’ve made also has to go to Gertrude’s dental expenses. That dag-nab hippo has to have a root canal!!! I declare!!! At the circus dentist, she was begging me for a gold tooth. Can you believe that shit!!! What? Do I look like I’m made out of money? She is so spoiled. Besides, I can barely afford dental for my scraggly-ass 103 year old teeth, let alone some giant pachyderm’s rotten canine replacement. But I do love her, so I will pay for the root canal. It’s a good thing the circus is doing well. I am so happy!!! I guess when people don’t have any money they are depressed, so they need us circus carnies to cheer their sad asses up!!!